Jigano commented about Remi, and Rexanna thought nothing of the statement. She didn’t know about Jigano and Remi’s relationship, and honestly it wasn’t really any of her business. She had… dealt enough with being in the middle of two people that genuinely disliked one another but had her in common. And she didn’t particularly care to continue the streak. So she paid little mind to the opinions others had of each other, instead finding it easier to talk about the ice faerie and the chase.
Rexanna flashed him a roguish grin when he chuckled in response. “That’s wonderful though. I’m glad you have her!” She said, and she genuinely meant it. But as Isuma sat in her lap, she could remember vaguely, in that strange second life that brought returning memories to her, how she too had a creature like it once upon a time in a different life. A companion of sorts. “I had a polecat once, his name was Marembo. He used to sit on my shoulders like a scarf.” She recalled, as if she could see the spotted gold and brown marbled polecat in her lap instead of Isuma. “Ah, but that was another life, a different time.” She mused – and it was. It wasn’t even her direct life. A separate life that slipped dreams and memories now and then. It was how she knew Deimos, before, and remembered the Aurora Basin and her jobs there. And the living breathing children she had.
Definitely a separate life.
Luckily for Rexanna, Isuma was able to also balm her worries, as she picked up the little scraps in her lap and shook them vigorously. Rexanna in turn, laughed, reaching up with a free hand to pull her hair away and to one side to give Isuma more room. “Thank you Isuma, I was worried about that one!” She said in earnest, looking back to Jigano with a small smirk. He began to continue cutting, mentioning a rainbow of colors in the shape of a gryphon would be great to see. And she nodded, finishing that flower to begin on the bigger pieces – taking the small bits and pieces from Isuma as soon as she made sure they were ‘dead’ before beginning to map out where to put them.
She inspected Isuma briefly before turning to the fabric and taking a small piece of charcoal that could be easily washed away and outlining a larger version of Isuma, complete with sharp edges of feathered wingtips and the bits and parts of fur and claws. Looking back over to Jigano she beamed a grin toward him. “After Fiat Lux, you can have this banner if you’d like?” She tilted her head as she asked. She’d have no need of it, after all.
Rexanna flashed him a roguish grin when he chuckled in response. “That’s wonderful though. I’m glad you have her!” She said, and she genuinely meant it. But as Isuma sat in her lap, she could remember vaguely, in that strange second life that brought returning memories to her, how she too had a creature like it once upon a time in a different life. A companion of sorts. “I had a polecat once, his name was Marembo. He used to sit on my shoulders like a scarf.” She recalled, as if she could see the spotted gold and brown marbled polecat in her lap instead of Isuma. “Ah, but that was another life, a different time.” She mused – and it was. It wasn’t even her direct life. A separate life that slipped dreams and memories now and then. It was how she knew Deimos, before, and remembered the Aurora Basin and her jobs there. And the living breathing children she had.
Definitely a separate life.
Luckily for Rexanna, Isuma was able to also balm her worries, as she picked up the little scraps in her lap and shook them vigorously. Rexanna in turn, laughed, reaching up with a free hand to pull her hair away and to one side to give Isuma more room. “Thank you Isuma, I was worried about that one!” She said in earnest, looking back to Jigano with a small smirk. He began to continue cutting, mentioning a rainbow of colors in the shape of a gryphon would be great to see. And she nodded, finishing that flower to begin on the bigger pieces – taking the small bits and pieces from Isuma as soon as she made sure they were ‘dead’ before beginning to map out where to put them.
She inspected Isuma briefly before turning to the fabric and taking a small piece of charcoal that could be easily washed away and outlining a larger version of Isuma, complete with sharp edges of feathered wingtips and the bits and parts of fur and claws. Looking back over to Jigano she beamed a grin toward him. “After Fiat Lux, you can have this banner if you’d like?” She tilted her head as she asked. She’d have no need of it, after all.
